Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-12-16
take It up, and tbe buck was lost.

take II up, and the buck was lost.
The woods are burning all around
us, and we can do no more hunting
this evening in that locality. A swift
ride along very road brings us 10
camp tired and very hungry.
Tuesday, Nov. 22.-The tent was
full of smoke all night, Ill fact the
country is full of it, and we slept but
poorly. There was mutiny in camp
this morning, and home was the cry
of the mutineers. The sweet singer
from Trigg waved the banner of re-
volt, and around him gathered the
Wadlingtons and Emmett Caudle,
and their slogan was Kentucky The
assured joys of Trigg outweighed
the ephemeral glories of these woods.
The excuse the sweet singer gave for
his course was that his eyes. were
being injured by the smoke. Wise
counsels prevailed and harmony soon
returned. Under the guidance of
old man Harvie, who is not lacking
in some of the elements of a great
leader, we went to drive the island
of White river about two miles from
camp. The White river has changed
its course and its present channel and
the old one forms the island. 1t is a
tangled mass of cane and briars, in
which the drivers wandered in con-
fusion all day, and did not strike
trail. The ISLANDERS soon abandoned
their posts, made fire and enjoyed
IL. Late in the evening the drivers
emerged from the cane and the Cap
tain had an unfortunate rabbit tied
behind his saddle as the only fruit of
his toll. 1t was late, but we made
another drive, but again the strategy
of the gallant lIarVie was failure
and we did nothing. Late at night
we reached the camp hungry aud |
found good supper and fire
awaiting us.
What appetite these jaunts do pro-
duce, and what bounding health
Why, there is Marse Jim Parrish,
who came down here almost an inva-
lid with his throat sore, and his voice
so hoarse that you could scarce hear
him speak. Now his throat is well,
and you can hear him quarter of
mile, and If we could only kill bear
and anoint him with oil, he would
soon have full growth of hair. Did
air and exercise do all this? 1t did,
with the aid of little missiye which
came to him in this smoke-cursed
country-from where2 Well, from
Gods county, and one of his dear
people.
Wednesday. Nov. 23.-Bryant, EN-
NETT Caudle and Tandy Wadlington
left for home this morning. The
sweet singers eyes were no better,
and hence this movement for home.
We have hunted the woods around
camp to-day, and with no success. as
the woods are all burnt over. Not
half mile from camp found lots of
bear signs. Large cypress trees with
the bark freshly stripped off and 9th
er marks, which showed that bruin
had lately been abroad. 1t is rain
ing to-day. Had it come ten days
ago, these minutes would have told
different tale. We will all probably
leave for home in the morning, our
time is up and business calls us away.
Thursday, Nov. 24th.-Rain, rain,
all night and still coming down this
morning, but it is of no avail to
men, and breakfast is
hardly over, before the tents are
struck, wagons loaded, and we are
Off for the station. A ride of ak
miles, through the pouring rain, far
more pleasant and comfortable than
our coming in through the smoke
and dust, and we are there. Hard
work, which the deserters of the day
before escape, and wagons, dogs and
horses, are all aboard, and leaving
them in charge of Capt. White and
Bill Cravens, the rest of us leave on
he passenger for home.
Home God bless and pity the poor
mortal who has no home. How ca
ger are we TO go on these annual
hunts, for pleasure and recreation,
lnd how much more eager when
scarcely two weeks have passed
lway to get home again. And this
when the house tops and
'plres of Clarksville rising clear and
we'll defined above the vanishing
mist and smoke, which had oppress-
ID us for many days, met our gaze
low our hearts sang for joy and we
aid, indeed this is the Promised
land. p.